To answer your question of whether I "went back," tits just informed me I was kicked out for falling off my barstool and passing out on the floor...
Turns out they use me as an example of What Not To Do at freshman orientation. My little brother told me.
Next time we go to the river, we nominate you to flash people for free booze. Your tits are the biggest.
I cant do that to my vagina yet. its my prize posession.
There comes a time where you just have to sit back and watch the drunken idiots pee on each other
I'm imaging you naked, covered in butter. And I gotta say, I'm not impressed.
I think I'm in love. He's everything I ever wanted for myself, just with a lot more drugs.
I feel like a color. Like a wavy color
Just want to let you know thanks for setting the bar pretty low when it comes to girls.
Life goal: sit on his perfect beautiful David Archuleta-lookalike face
Sensing a theme here
If alcoholism is a theme, yes.
I just gotta say that I feel so much better now that I got some. I mean I feel like a normal functioning adult ready to contribute to society.
Just learned that the cute guy I've been flirting with at the beach this whole time is actually an inmate working in the community instead of being in prison.. My life is unreal
when I walked in the door they were passed out naked, on top of eachother, with tetris controllers in their hands.
but like who hasn’t gotten fingered at the state fair?
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